Are you even still out there?

Often I wonder if you are still out there after our last chat. It’s been along time since I have thought of you and I’m not sure why I am writing to you now. When I found happiness in the present, your usefulness ceased to exist. Yet I am happier now then I have ever been, wondering if anybody is still out there listening? What would that even mean?

I stopped writing because I didn’t want to continuously add to that white noise in the back of your mind, yet I wonder if my words amongst my journal are a waste if they are not shared. If I could inspire someone to do anything, wouldn’t that serve some higher purpose?

I have deleted all of the old content. Expect the upcoming posts to be less useful but hopefully more inspirational. If only one person is moved by these pages, then it has all been a success.